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I reach the trees off the old Mojave Road under which I stashed my bicycle, and voilà, it's still there

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4412-pinto-mountain.jpg I cross the Wilderness boundary (no mechanized travel allowed on this side of it) and turn left to fetch my bicycle nearbyThumbnailsIt doesn't take long to reach the bottom of the rock pile where it spills out onto the edge of Cedar WashI cross the Wilderness boundary (no mechanized travel allowed on this side of it) and turn left to fetch my bicycle nearbyThumbnailsIt doesn't take long to reach the bottom of the rock pile where it spills out onto the edge of Cedar WashI cross the Wilderness boundary (no mechanized travel allowed on this side of it) and turn left to fetch my bicycle nearbyThumbnailsIt doesn't take long to reach the bottom of the rock pile where it spills out onto the edge of Cedar WashI cross the Wilderness boundary (no mechanized travel allowed on this side of it) and turn left to fetch my bicycle nearbyThumbnailsIt doesn't take long to reach the bottom of the rock pile where it spills out onto the edge of Cedar WashI cross the Wilderness boundary (no mechanized travel allowed on this side of it) and turn left to fetch my bicycle nearbyThumbnailsIt doesn't take long to reach the bottom of the rock pile where it spills out onto the edge of Cedar Wash

I transfer my backpack contents, then the backpack itself, into my bike's saddlebags, eat an energy bar, and begin the five-mile return ride up the hill to Mid Hills campground.